So I slowly backed up a step. “Goodnight, Julian,” I said, and forced myself to walk away from him, over to my bedroom door.
“Goodnight, Amber,” he said, just before I closed it.
The next day, at the clinic, everyone was talking about the upcoming challenge – even Gail, who I thought too mature for such things.
She must have seen the look I had given her because she said, somewhat apologetically, “It’s just nice to see everyone so excited about something. There have been some dark times in this pack lately. Your presence here is evidence of that. For people to come together, even for something like this, is a good sign we are healing.”
I didn’t agree with that notion, especially because the challenge meant the man I loved was going to have to fight one of my friends, who I owed a gr
